I told that bitch to shut up she get on my nerves

I'm finna cut her off kick her to the curb

Young **** posted up in the 'burbs

I'll still bail out the suburban

Put a bag on yo' head like a turban

He say he want smoke well what's the word then

Ridin' in a four door and I'm swervin

I know them **** not outside I was just lurking

Pull up going crazy

Smoking loud it got me lazy

Lying like she pregnant with my child this hoe crazy

Don't know why she lying she could never have my baby

She could never be my lady and my pockets stuffed with that Katie I won't serve you less than a KD

Want a feature? You gotta pay me

In a Maybach not a Mercedes

But they tell me it's the same thing

Wanna sign me? Then I need eighteen

M's

Young **** finna go fuck up the ATM

With a light skinned hoe name NuNu but she not from ATL

And the pack you smoking boo boo I can tell by how it smell

If you play with the gang I'll shoot you I'm a loose screw I don't care

And she like how I smell my cologne that's YSL

I fuck up yo clientele don't give no fuck what you trying to sell

I can't lie I'm high as hell can't touch the ground even if I fell

Free my brother out the cell and we don't fuck with tattletales

I told that bitch to shut up she get on my nerves

I'm finna cut her off kick her to the curb

Young **** posted up in the 'burbs

I'll still bail out the suburban